Last weekend I took my girls roller skating at the local roller rink. I wanted mom/daughter bonding time, AND a date with my inner child.
These past few years I’ve peeled off stifling layers of adulthood, and the illusion that I am my past, my parents, my enemies, my friends, my stuff, my occupation, my children, and my future. I believe this is why “she” showed up! Yes, my inner child met me at the skate counter as I traded my Dansko’s in for sassy, hard-leather skates with frayed laces and orange wheels.
You’d think since I wrote Indigo’s Bracelet, I have a great relationship with my inner child. But that’s just not the case. In fact, I actually believe writing the story helped me find her (most of you already figured that out).
Before I go on, here are a few definitions for inner child.
1. The child you once were…(www.whatisholistic.com)
2. The childlike aspect of a person’s psyche especially when viewed as an independent entity (www.Dictionary.com)
3.(MY FAVORITE)…The essential, or original self, regarded as a child, existing within the shell of an adult
(www.wiktionary.org)
1. The child you once were…(www.whatisholistic.com)
2. The childlike aspect of a person’s psyche especially when viewed as an independent entity (www.Dictionary.com)
3.(MY FAVORITE)…The essential, or original self, regarded as a child, existing within the shell of an adult
(www.wiktionary.org)
